You can make your self as confusing as you want to be, man. It is such a weird way to use up your time, though.

One way to find out who you are, is to give up trying. Don't analyze, don't compare, don't guess, try not to even observe yourself. When you're not thinking, only acting, you become what you really are. It's hard to know it, though, because as soon as you wonder about it, you stop just acting, and you start thinking again. You're a gear, full of gears, grinding against yourself, grinding against other selves, grinding against all other selves, and those selves grind against an entire planet, that grinds against the gravitational might of other gods of outer space, and we just whirl and grind against the whole continuum of time and possibility, and only have a bad time if we wonder about ways to stop the grind.

Is my body like a shelter I am staying in? or a vehicle I am travelling in?

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I've often considered my physical body to be as you describe. A place for me to be, a way to get around. A means of getting physical things done, in a physical environment. While being - like a vehicle - not 'me'. People often identify with what they own, and especially with their cars. It's hardly surprising, then, for people to mistake their life-support/transportation system for who they are.

In the incredible way of the young, years ago, I finally left my '66 Rambler American for dead, and bought a new AMC Eagle. I imagined, naively, that everyone would be really impressed with my new car, only to find that nobody gave a toss, if they even noticed it, at all. Probably, for most, this is the reaction people have to other peoples' bodies. Much to the dismay of anyone who imagines their body to be beautiful.

None of this is very helpful, since unless you are able to not-think, the whole idea of not-thinking is unknowable. Put as simply as possible: not-thinking enables one to respond seamlessly to whatever arrives, without the disaster-prone interpretation that the mind forces. You can never really know yourself by thinking about it. If you think about it, you will interpret your own thoughts, and whatever you are will remain invisible to you. Being, is knowing. Thinking, is not. Knowing, in this context, is something that does not result from thinking.